Irrlichter

Quick study of Saint-Justs from different media🪽(La Révolution française, Saint-Just et La force des choses, Hikarufurumichi from Takarazuka revue)

They are all beautiful and angel-like in different ways!

I’m still watching La Terreur et la Vertu so I’ll soon add SJ from it too🤍

Finally, I can share my thoughts to Chapter 25 with you!

Admittedly, it’s very OOC and mostly just a collection of ideas and images that have been living in my head since March 13th. I hope you like it—and maybe you’ll enjoy the thoughts behind it as well.

I wrote my notes for each scene directly into the images. Instagram really isn’t made for artists… I hate having to break my fanart apart just so everything can be seen. I still hope it’s readable.

I’m not sure if Ghost will ever release another chapter… which would honestly be such a shame, because we all loved this story so much. But that shouldn’t stop us from continuing it in our own way—that’s what fandoms are for, right?

Despite its certain “silliness,” the last chapter inspired me more than anything.

So, here’s my headcanon of what happens after Chapter 25:

Cardi is hit by a truck and falls into a coma. His injuries are severe—a concussion, multiple broken bones—and it will take a long time for his body to recover.

He is no longer truly alive, but not fully dead either. In the world of the living, only his physical body remains. But he does not belong to the dead yet, either. Just like his mother he appears as a ghost but empty and unresponsive.

Instead, his soul and consciousness drift into a third world.

A liminal space. A place between life and death, where he must survive—and find a way out—if he ever wants to return.

Perpetua had been curious to meet his twin. The curiosity existed on both sides—but on Cardi’s side, there was also resistance. Bitterness. Something unspoken that stood between them before they had even met. And Perpetua knew it.

Still, he never expected to meet his brother like this: without a voice, without movement, without any sign of life.

And yet from the very first moment, there is something. A connection. An unexplainable certainty that Cardi is a part of him.

So he comes back every day. He sits by his bedside, sings to him, and brings him sunflowers—warm, bright, hoping that something, anything, reaches him. That Cardi can hear him. Or feel him.

Perpetua knows nothing about the limbo. But his voice reaches Cardi anyway. Through the darkness and through the pain. And it is that warmth that keeps Cardi from fading in the limbo, that helps him endure, to keep fighting, and eventually find his way back to the world of the living.

But when he wakes up, nothing about it is easy. Nothing about it is happy. And it is certainly not the reunion Perpetua had hoped for.

Doodles for “character + object” requests wrapped up. Thank you for inspiration.

Bedward.

Yeah Maxime shut up

I'm still practicing drawing people kissing I understand if the saintspierre doodle is bad